All that crowing I did last week about delays on the tube was almost guaranteed to bring on a long-overdue visit from the puncture fairy, and so it came to pass on Friday night after running over a metal staple. In fact, two visits as my spare tube had developed a hole as well.
My bike was covered with a week's worth of mud and road crud which duly transferred itself to my hands and clothes during the operation. The residents of Wandsworth probably learned a few new short Anglo-Saxon words.
Oh well, at least it wasn't raining!
(Marathon Pluses for Xmas please Santa!)